Martial God Path - Starbreaker General Magnus

The Bonebreaker died, a death of no value, of no meaning, and without a trace of Waaaagh.

His cause of death was neither being killed by Mordred nor being overwhelmed by Atlas's firepower, but rather accidentally falling to his death.

That's right, he literally fell to his death. His life was not glorious, and his death was silent. Mordred was the only spectator who witnessed the sudden death of the Bonebreaker.

In the instant Guilliman acted, Orctavius underwent what was likely the largest geological change since the planet's birth, physically shattering into pieces.

Countless Great Rift, reaching deep into the star's core, tore apart the surface of the planet, swallowing countless lives before anyone even realized what was happening.

The largest of these rifts was undoubtedly given to him by Guilliman, Good Second Brother opened it directly at the feet of Mordred and the Bonebreaker, leaving Atlas and the Orks to watch their leaders fall into the abyss from opposite sides of the river.

The Bonebreaker fell into the abyss along with Mordred, didn't even leave behind complete corpses. In fact, they didn't even have time to react before they were blasted into the desolate void by the gushing hot lava.

Before it even left the atmosphere, it was burned to ashes by the lava, and solidified with the fully cooked Mordred into a lump of volcanic rock that no one could recognize, cosplaying Kars.

Mordred's health bar skyrocketed, meaning he wouldn't die even if he were fully cooked, but he was completely fused with the Bonebreaker, even his skull was burned away, and he completely gave up thinking.

Suicide pacts for lovers have been a legend since ancient times, but I never thought it would come true today. What a tragic couple!

In the final moments before the invincible Holy Terra Guilliman collapsed from exhaustion, Orctavius, shattered completely, exposing its fiery core and triggering an unprecedented geological disaster. The volcanic ash alone was enough to kill a person.

Using the image of a little boy and a fat man, which are Japan's favorite subjects, to assess the severity of earthquakes and even volcanic eruptions is far too weak. His Majesty the Great Lord Regent Robert Guilliman could easily cause mountains to collapse, tectonic plates to shift, tsunamis to rise, and volcanoes to erupt with just a slight gesture.

He shouldn't be called Robert Guilliman, he should be called Deathwing Robert Nesario, that's way more powerful than Great Cataclysm.

It's important to know that Cyclone Torpedo come in different yields. Faced with a super-large world like Orctavius, even the Dark Angels couldn't destroy the entire planet with a single Cyclone Torpedo; it would have to be the one with the highest yield. Yet Guilliman managed to do just that.

The shattering of Orctavius was just the beginning; the real catastrophe was yet to come. Accompanying the intense electromagnetic environment and geological changes following the planet's breakup, the first thing to arrive was a tsunami.

The ocean, which covers 43% of the surface of Orctavius, directly unleashed a tsunami hundreds of meters high, and the water was hot, boiling hot.

Pieces of the Earth's surface, the size of a town, were thrown into the sky. Some escaped the planet's gravity, while others were pulled back by gravity and slammed back to the ground.

Faced with terrifying natural disasters, the insignificance of the individual is magnified infinitely. Whether it is the Orks insectoids or humans, they all flee after realizing that the ground beneath their feet is about to explode, wishing they had been given two more legs.

Atlas was as dashing as he was before he arrived, and as pathetic as he fled. It was only thanks to the Ultramarines' large fleet of transport ships that he was able to escape.

All supplies and equipment were abandoned, and the Mushroom Knight had only been on the scene for less than an hour, was rendered useless. In order to squeeze people into the ship, a large number of Lizardmen had to cut off their heads and run away with them.

Even so, these transport ships still couldn't hold so many people, forcing the tough-skinned Atlas to hang on the outside of the ships as a form of passerby.

The Daemon was the most decisive, immediately slitting his own throat and exiling himself. He thought the Physical World was just too absurd; when it went mad, it would even betray its own people. Seeing such a scene, even returning to the Warp to reload was worth Kiya.

"Damn it, which idiot launched the Cyclone Torpedo? I'm going to court-martial him."

Goff was commanding the space naval battle aboard the Abomination, cursed loudly. Just an hour ago, he had abandoned his father on Orctavius, and an hour later someone was launching Cyclone Torpedo. This wasn't just trying to sabotage him; it was a death sentence.

"Trash, all trash! This is blatant murder! There are not only Atlas soldiers on Orctavius, but also Ultramarines! Which bastard was blind enough to see our allies still up there?"

There are still two Legion Primarch above. If anything goes wrong, none of you will want to live. Who is it? Step forward now!

What? You're saying no one launched the Cyclone Torpedo? It was the Primarch who did it! Could it be Father's doing it again? Investigate further and report back!

Goff's face turned red with anger, and he swallowed the words he wanted to say. The commanders at the war council were all on edge, afraid of offending the fleet commander-in-chief.

Knowing that disobeying orders and showing disrespect on the battlefield is a major taboo, and accidentally killing friendly forces is an even greater taboo, if you accidentally kill your own commander-in-chief, then even the Emperor probably can't save you.

The collapsing and crumbling Orctavius is filled with a variety of complex electromagnetic environments, and you can even see the dazzling aurora on the equator in outer space. Real-time communication is out of the question, and even boarding teleportation is impossible.

Soon, the first group of fleeing soldiers who escaped from Orctavius were discovered by the fleet, including Goff's good friend, the Khan.

When asked what had happened, the Khan knew the Khan, only that they were fighting peacefully when suddenly the sky collapsed and the earth split open, and his father's last order to them was to run away immediately.

All of Atlas's testimonies were the same, except for Caldor, who was carrying Guilliman, who said that it was all done by his father.

"Ha, Caldor, you don't even think before you brag. Who would believe you if you said that? There must be a traitor among us, someone trying to use this opportunity to harm the Primarch."

"No, it really was my father who did it. Haven't you noticed that we're all alive and well? The areas most severely affected by the disaster are all the areas occupied by the Orks, while our area suffered the least damage. This was all calculated meticulously by my father."

Otherwise, with my father's power, we would never have been able to escape.

"So you admit that your father murdered my My Father?"

Upon hearing this, Caldor immediately shut up, saying, "The Khan, you're right. There must be Chaos spies who have infiltrated our fleet."

But secretly, Caldor recalled his father's words to him before he fell into a coma, "Hahaha, I did it, I finally did it, I, Guilliman, am no longer that Psychic Power Muggle that people ridicule."

What is Magnus? Mortarion is a good-for-nothing, Russ is just a nobody. Only I, Guilliman, am the Imperial War God.

Caldor, you must tell everyone that I did all of this, that it was Guilliman's doing, and that I, Guilliman, am not a coward.

You wouldn't know unless you planted the seeds, but Caldor knows that everyone around him is Atlas's man. If people find out that Father was behind all this, he might suffer a terrible fate. And the most important thing is that no one believes what Father is saying.

Seeing the crowd of people all around, from Space Marine to Astra Militarum soldiers, and even the Lizardmen had joined the defection, all looking drenched, Caldor finally shut his mouth and insisted that it was the work of a traitor.

It wasn't that he didn't believe it, but rather that it was unrealistic. Humans cannot imagine things beyond their comprehension. Faced with Guilliman, Psychic Power Muggle recognized by the Imperial soldiers, Goff would rather believe that someone had infiltrated Atlas than believe that this Primarch possessed such world-destroying power.

"Then who could it be? Could it be Hydra?"

Goff couldn't understand it, but he knew that Orctavius was completely destroyed. Without the Bonebreaker, the Ork Warboss, the Orks would definitely fall into chaos, and even the Tyranid had lost a lot of biomass and would definitely flee.

"Move the entire army forward! Send all our forces! We must shatter this Ork Empire that has plagued us for millennia! Oh, and I think I've forgotten something important."

"What you could forget probably isn't anything important. Let's deal with the Orks first," The Khan said.

Goff thought it made sense and immediately ordered, "Third, fourth, and 13th fleets, launch a surprise attack on Khamara; first, second, and sixth fleets, support the Dark Angels; fifth fleet, remain in place as the general reserve to sweep away Orctavius."

The Imperial Navy will continue its long-range suppression; unauthorized actions are strictly prohibited.

In fact, according to common sense, unless facing certain special enemies, the Empire's military strength can be said to be overwhelmingly superior. As for why it often suffers setbacks, it is entirely because its heavy firepower cannot keep up.

Or, to put it another way, before every major battle, the Imperial Navy would send its men flying back and forth like they'd drunk some fake liquor sold by a quack.

As long as the Imperial Navy doesn't act recklessly, the Empire can leverage its firepower advantage, relying on its powerful ships, cannons, and sheer numbers to play a crossword puzzle, much like the Battle of Zaidan.

The Empire is simply too large; so large that if they were ruthless enough to cut their flesh, no race could outlast these madmen in a war of attrition, not even the Orks or the Tyran.

While the Imperial Allied Forces were rampaging through the Orctavius Sector, slaughtering Xenos according to the height of their wheel hubs, Koz couldn't help but gaze at the man amidst the swirling yellow sand, lost in thought.

"Magnus, is that you?"

"Brother, you've finally arrived. What, are you surprised to see me like this?"

Koz was stunned when he saw Magnus, who was wearing only a loincloth, with a face as red as a date, and muscles arranged in a perfect golden ratio but without any bulkiness.

"Why have you become like this? Where are your robes and your scepter?"

Magnus remained silent. For him, who had already attained enlightenment on the battlefield, there was no need to answer such a nonsensical question. He no longer cared about worldly matters; his heart was only focused on the endless pursuit of Psychic Power martial arts.

"Those are merely external things. How can such trivial techniques compare to my muscular physique, honed through countless trials, and my Psychic Power martial arts, which leads directly to the Great Dao?"

Although Koz didn't understand what Magnus was saying, he remembered that his mission was to rescue Magnus, so he immediately tried to pull Magnus away, but he couldn't budge him.

Their eyes met, Magnus shook his head, stretched out his hand to do some calculations, muttered something incomprehensible, and then gestured for Koz to stand behind him.

Koz still couldn't understand; he felt that Magnus was becoming even more nonsensical. But before he could refute him, a hallucination appeared in his eyes.

In the scene, the protagonist, dissatisfied with Magnus's orders, actually fought with Magnus, trying to kidnap him back to the Crystal Maze. However, Magnus broke his neck with one punch, broke his spine with two punches, and smashed his groin with three punches, dragging him out of this desert land like a dead dog.

Although he had always loathed this prophetic ability, Koz admitted that it had saved him many times, and he readily stood behind Magnus.

This pleased Magnus greatly. While stretching his muscles, he said, "Brother, studying history can help one govern the world. Guided by that ancient sage named Goda, I have grasped astonishing wisdom. I am no longer the person I once was."

"Ah! And who are you?"

"Hmph," Magnus chuckled, his muscles twitching as if alive, his eyes gleaming with Psychic Power. He chanted, "Lord of Prospero, Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion, Crimson King, Starbreaker General, the greatest Psyker in history, the Prophet! Heir to the Wolfkin Empire, the master of Numerology —these are the titles and accolades I have ever held."

Each one stronger and more powerful than the last, each one more ambitious and powerful in status and position, my name is Magnus, the wisest man in the world.

Koz wanted to say that there wasn't enough room for so many people, and that it seemed like they were the only two living beings in the prison, but his prophetic abilities were warning him, as if to say that if he interrupted Magnus's nonsensical chanting, something terrible would happen.

Do you think I'm just bragging?

"No, I didn't mean that. It's just that what you said suddenly made me feel a little uneasy."

"Don't be nervous." A pair of large, crimson hands descended from the sky, gently stroking Koz's hair like Nurgle or mother. The look of relief in their eyes made Konrad Curze tremble, reminding him of the repeated beatings he had received from Mordred in his childhood.

"My current level of understanding is that of someone who has grasped my father's intentions and has a profound knowledge of the past and present. I have transformed from an ignorant seeker of the Dao into a king, a hegemon, and a ruler!"

Perhaps only my savage and cruel brother can compare to me.

"And to ensure that I possess invincible power, I will stop at nothing to do whatever is necessary, in addition to dealing with all those who maliciously harm me, I will also make them give me what I want."

If anyone disobeys, even if he is my father, my brother, my nephew, or my son, I, Magnus, will not let him go.

Grabbing Koz by the collar, even though he was a Primarch, Koz looked like a little chick in front of Magnus, who was a full 5 meters tall.

"Because this is my way, my path!"

"Perhaps some people don't agree with me, but when I stand up, the vast majority of people in this world will trust me and think of me as the most noble hero and the greatest strongman."

How could I be wrong?

"No! As long as I single-handedly destroy the entire world, fools will not know what it means to be a king, and others will not dare to rebel or fear me."

What other mistakes could I possibly make? Even if I were wrong, it would only be the mistakes of the world, the mistakes of fools, the mistakes of the weak. Do you know why?

Now Koz believed Magnus had truly gone mad, because he had indeed heard such words before, spoken by Mordred, who then slaughtered 99% of Nostramo's population.

Upon seeing this, even Koz couldn't help but swallow hard and utter the answer he had once asked.

"Because without your wisdom and great power, everyone would only live in the painful world of war, that's why I don't want to die, and I don't want to live in a world of suffering—"

Magnus laughed wildly, uttering the unfinished sentence that Koz had left unsaid. "Those people must love me, be loyal to me, respect me, worship me! Appreciate me, the Emperor of War, and swear to die for me, the Crimson King, I, Starbreaker General, I, Magnus!"

Having said that, Magnus placed Koz on his shoulder, his eyes flashing with brilliant Psychic Power, and his body radiating a dazzling crimson aura. He single-handedly turned the entire world crimson, distorting the space around him.

"Actually, I knew you would come to save me, but I won't run away like a coward. I will break these shackles head-on. This is not a cage imprisoning me, but the path I came from."

How did you figure that out? Don't tell me it was—

"That's right." Magnus, whose power had been activated to its limit, interrupted Koz directly and uttered the name: "It's Numerology, the Numerology I learned in these yellow sand ruins."

Koz was speechless. What the hell Numerology? This stuff is just feudal superstition invented by his ignorant brother, Mortarion.

Who would believe such a thing? Magnus must have driven himself crazy.

You must be thinking I have schizophrenia, right?

"Oh, how did you know?"

Magnus offered no explanation; he had already given Koz the answer. Although his brother was savage and brainless, Magnus decided to forgive him, after all, he was his brother.

"Watch closely, I will prove myself right. From now on, I will never abandon anyone. No one can judge me, and no one can imprison me. Close your eyes."

Cha~ Spacium Ray!!!

"What? Why am I closing my eyes? Ah--it's light!"

In an instant, an incomparably dazzling beam of light shot out from Magnus's forearm and slammed into the sky. Its brilliance was comparable to that of a certain golden giant, almost blinding Koz.

Although it is unknown what Magnus went through, under the Spacium Ray that concentrated all his Psychic Power, a huge gap was blasted in the yellow sand domain, revealing the Brass Citadel outside.

And with its remaining force, it smashed the back of the Brass Throne, turning it into a Brass Throne bench.

Without any hesitation, as soon as the breach was made, a pair of enormous wings appeared behind Magnus.

Driven by their well-honed muscles, a powerful blast of air swept through the sandstorm, propelling Magnus and Koz, who was weeping and clinging to his brother's neck, straight into the sky.

This rather horrifying scene left the Bloodthirsty Demon stunned, but they quickly realized that their demonic realm had been robbed, and they all drew their weapons and rushed forward.

"Kill him! He's out of Psychic Power. Don't let him escape."

"Hmph, you're right, my Psionic Power is indeed exhausted, but I still have a body that's been tempered and refined to perfection. Take this Lion's Head-Flying Fist!"

"Appendix 1"

Magnus was not lying. It may seem that he was only imprisoned for a few decades, but when Dorn was brought to this cage by Khorne, 200 years had passed in an instant, and the time he spent meditating in it was far longer, a thousand years.

Khorne constantly tempted him, but Magnus never yielded. Instead, he used this opportunity to temper his character.

Relying on numerous secret manuals he found by digging up graves in the ruins of the Wolfkin Empire, such as the Lion's Head-Flying Fist, Magnus's Protective Palm, Specium Spacium Ray, Numerology, Grasshopper, and Dharma's World-Defying Scripture, he finally comprehended the Great Dao, grasped the profound meaning of the Psychic Power Martial God, and created the Indestructible Naked Body.

In the Warp, where the mind reigns supreme, will represents everything. And at this moment, Magnus's mental fortitude is more than ten thousand times stronger than that of the White Second Son who was ultimately humiliated.

With a single punch, a shockwave rippled outwards. Though they were fleshy fists, the sound of metal clashing against metal was like the roar of a lion through the mountains.

"Bang!"

Without the nonsensical flashy effects of Psychic Power sorcery, only pure numerical values, the Bloodthirsty Demon who leaped in didn't even have time to scream before his skull was smashed open with a single punch, turning him into a headless corpse.

Grabbing the Daemon's legs, Magnus exerted force with both hands, causing the muscles on his bare back to bulge, revealing a Daemon face.

"Sizzle~"

With blood gushing forth, Magnus, wielding two pieces of Daemon corpses, moved as if there were no one there. No Daemon could withstand a single blow from him. He broke through the encirclement and headed towards the Brass Fortress.

Perhaps having heard the commotion outside, bartender Ahriman, who was wiping glasses at the fortress bar, frowned, thinking, "Which bastard is causing trouble now? Doesn't he know that the Blood God are all my customers?"

Having managed to carve out a place for himself in the Realm of Slaughter, Ahriman inevitably picked up the hot-tempered nature of the red-skinned brute. He pushed open the window, stuck his head out, and yelled, "Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? Don't you have any sense of public decency? Father? You're not dead yet!"

Before he finished speaking, Magnus leaped onto the Brass Citadel and ran along its outer walls as if walking on flat ground.

"Rebellious son, your father has come to save you."

Without even thinking, Ahriman jumped out of the window and, together with Koz, hugged Magnus's neck. Although he didn't know why his father had survived, Ahriman was still filial and even had the leisure to greet Koz: "Your Highness, why do you look so pale?"

How could Koz not look terrible? He was about to throw up. Magnus's muscles were huge and hard, and after the repeated breakouts, his internal organs were all jolted and displaced. Sometimes, Magnus, that heartless man, even used him as a shield. It was a miracle that he hadn't thrown up yet.

"Let's go!"

Where are we going?

"I know!"

Magnus grinned, revealing a row of gleaming teeth. During his enlightenment in Longchang, he used Numerology to simulate escape routes no less than a thousand times.

He immediately focused his energy in his dantian, enveloped his feet with his restored Psychic Power, and, amidst the astonished expressions of thousands of Daemons, took a step forward, running through the sky and breaking out of the Khorne's Daemon World.

"Ha~ A free horse can never be bound, farewell to the cage!"

Meanwhile, the Khan was still being exploited by the Dark Eldar.